Vanessa Redgrave And Franco Nero Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said, hardly remembering what had happened to the young girl a few months ago Rosana sighed and took a deep breath before she continued. "You see, Andrea is a billionaire, and his wealth has made him a target for criminals who see Vanessa as a way to extort money from him. Over the years, there have been several incidents where individuals or groups have tried to kidnap Vanessa, hoping to gain a hefty ransom in return for her safe release. There was even a case when Andrea himself was almost kidnapped."

“Red is very strong for an engagement party. People might talk.” “Let them talk,” Vanessa said, smiling a cold smile. “I want them to look at me. I want them to know I have won.” She stood up and the women helped her into the tight red dress. It was bright and bold. She looked at herself in the mirror. “Perfect.” A young maid entered the room, carrying a tray with a glass of champagne for Vanessa. She moved carefully, but as she held the tray out, her hand shook slightly. The glass tipped, and a few drops of champagne fell onto the red dress.

“Get in.” I did, while Fiona bundled my dress into the car. Right then, Vita made it out of the building and into a waiting car with a wedding gown similar in design to mine—just that it was in black, her expression one of disdain and anger several Lamborghinis behind. I got my answer then. Nero was more than just a boss to her. I stared at the blonde back of Marco’s hair all the way to the church. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. What was Marco doing working as Nero’s Consigliere? Marco was a very warm gentleman at heart… why would he suddenly enjoy taking lives?

I lowered my head and stepped down very carefully, after reaching the last one Judy stopped and looked up to see Enzo looking so hot in his black tux, extending his hand I took it and I stepped down. Antia stepped forward in her looking elegant in her red strapless dress, she turned around facing the people.“ Hello Everybody, My name is Antia Francisco younger sister of Lorenzo Francisco and a close friend of Venessa Foster, I welcome you all here tonight to celebrate the engagement of my brother Lorenzo Francisco and Venessa Foster, Thank you for coming to share this milestone event. It means so much to all of us that you’re here at the occasion marking the beginning of their lifelong commi

The sun hadn’t fully risen over the Ashford private airstrip when Grace stood on the balcony, arms folded tightly around her silk robe. She had barely slept in days. In the room behind her, Damien lay asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily, finally at peace, at least for now. But the photo Noah had shown her last night kept replaying in her mind. Jade. Alive. And not just alive, but standing beside the same woman they thought had died in Montenegro: Zara Mikhailova, the Red Viper.

Flanking her were Dominica and Livia Lovera, daughters of Alonzo Lovera. “You're Grey Maledetti's plus one, aren't you?” Ravenna's question sounded more like an accusation. She lifted her chin and folded her arms across her well-exposed chest, sending me a cold glare. “I am,” I said calmly. “You're the one he bought for five million dollars,” she huffed. My irritation sparked, but I kept my emotionless mask in place. I had known that this was coming, and I sure as fuck wouldn't let those three crush me.

Vanessa smiled faintly. “I try.” Alexander looked at her carefully. “You really don’t mind?” Vanessa tilted her head. “I mind that she’s lying.” “But the past itself?” She shook her head. “That’s yours.” Alexander relaxed slightly. But Collins suddenly spoke again. “There’s something else.” Vanessa groaned. “There’s always something else.” Collins showed them the phone again. Another headline. ELENA VOSS CLAIMS SHE WILL “EXPOSE THE TRUTH” ABOUT ALEXANDER COLE

he nods at me walking past me, and out the door. I sigh leaning back on the couch with an annoyed expression. I bit my lip pulling out my phone, “where is the plan now?” I send a text to Rafaelle “We are in Vegas as I told you earlier” he replies almost immediately “Francesca is going to have a talk with Givoni, the Vegas head” he sends back I bit my lip, I can’t allow Francesca's plan to come though I can’t allow Dominic to lose everything, because if he looses his power then he’s just the ordinary boy I thought he was at college

Others pushed closer to Vanessa, firing questions, desperate for her reaction. Vanessa staggered back a step; her face drained of all color. Her voice cracked as she clutched for the microphone. “This is a lie! All of it! Those photos are fabricated—they’ve been tampered with!” “CUT THE BROADCAST!” Theo roared, his face blazing red, fury spilling over. He hadn’t seen this coming—how everything they’d orchestrated to drag down Daven Callister and corner Althea Grayson had twisted, striking back at them instead.

“Are you sure you want to go? You know how these parties can be…” “Sure, it’ll be fine.” He offered a careful smile. “I mean, it’s just a casino. I’d like to support him—his new venture and all.” Athena folded her arms, a shade of skepticism shadowing her otherwise bright demeanor. “You don’t look convinced. What’s really bothering you?” Franco inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the secrets he carried. “Harvey… he’s courting Celine Winston now.” Athena’s eyes narrowed as she absorbed his words. “Your ex-wife? Huh? So, you want to see them together? Is that it?”